Monday, October 22, 2012

Cabin Fever Ch.3

In part 1 of this story, Sierra and Kristina flirt with one another's husbands at a ski cabin. Sexy massages lead to passionate sex with the other's husband. In part 2, Kristina and Monty (Sierra's husband) have sex while their partners are away.

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"How could you do this?" shouted Sierra. Monty had never seen her so angry.

"Honey I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Kristina was really upset after her fight with Tyrone... she just needed somebody. And I really think everything would have been OK if Tyrone hadn't come home early to apologize."

"That's your defense? She needed you? And Tyrone screwed everything up by coming home to apologize to his wife? Do you have any idea what you have done to their marriage?"

"I know. I feel like shit. Maybe if I talk to Tyrone I can fix things."

"NO! You are not talking to Tyrone. You are the last person on Earth Tyrone wants to talk to right now. You stay right here in this room. I'm going downstairs to talk to Tyrone."

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Sierra found Tyrone downstairs in the kitchen. The lights were off and the room was dimly lit by the gloomy twilight filtering in through the small kitchen window. Tyrone was sitting at the table staring morosely at a half-empty tumbler of Crown Royal.

"I've already lost her. How can I stay with her knowing she'd rather be with Monty?"

"Tyrone, Kristina loves you. What happened here was a mistake. Kristina was hurt and confused."

"Bullshit! I can't compete with Monty! After having him, she's never going to be satisfied with me!"

"Is that what this is about? You think every woman wants Monty just because he has a big dick? Shit, Tyrone, last night you turned me on as much as I've ever been! You don't need to compete with Monty."

"Well Kristina sure as hell made her choice today! She couldn't wait till she was alone with him."

"Tyrone, stop it! I know you love Kristina, and I know she loves you. You need to get over whatever insecurities are keeping you from seeing that."

"Nothing to see Si-Si... it's over between Kristina and me."

Tyrone raised the glass to his lips, but before he could drink, Sierra took it from him and drained it herself, the straight liquor bringing tears to her eyes as she swallowed it down. Tyrone watched, too surprised to react.

"Tyrone, I never dreamed Kristina would react the way she did last night, but you have to understand that I was the one who planned this whole thing. I arranged that massage session last night with some crazy hope of getting into your pants. I never thought about how people might be hurt... but if Kristina really doesn't want you, then fine, because I do!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.

The feelings Tyrone had experienced the previous night came back with a rush as Sierra kissed him. Just like last night, he found his thoughts of Kristina and Monty receding... the only thing that seemed real or important was the beautiful, sexual woman wrapping her arms around him.

He opened his mouth to hers, their tongues exploring, as he felt her full breasts pressed against him. He reached around her and lifted her sweater. She stepped back and allowed him to lift it over her head and toss it aside. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor, and allowing her full tits to fall free for Tyrone.

He grabbed at them roughly, squeezing and rubbing, loving the fullness and weight in his hands... so different from his wife's itty bitty titties. Sierra kissed him fiercely as she tore open his shirt, her nails raking over his skin. Her hands continued down his body, fumbling to loosen his belt and pull his pants open.

Tyrone stood and pulled Sierra to her feet, knocking the kitchen chairs aside.

They quickly stripped off the rest of their clothes and resumed their kiss. Tyrone's hand trailed down Sierra's body, his fingers running through the soft tuft of hair above her pussy, and brushed lightly over her swollen lips. She moaned into his mouth as he slipped his fingers between her lips into her wetness.

She began to hump against his hand, pressing her body tightly against him, her breasts pressed against his chest,

Tyrone's dick was throbbing with arousal. He pulled his hand from her pussy, now wet with her juices, and rubbed it across her nipples, teasing her stiff swollen nubs.

He took her in his arms and lowered her to the ground, laying her back on the old-fashioned coil rug in the middle of the kitchen floor. Without a word she spread her legs wide for him and opened her arms.

He knelt between her legs and guided the head of his dick to her waiting pussy, sliding it into her hot, wet tunnel with one stroke. He lowered himself on top of her and they kissed, her arms wrapped around him as he started to move.

Her nails dug into his back as he stroked in and out of her, urgently fucking her. She lifted her hips to grind her clit against him, gasping and moaning into his mouth each time he thrust against her.

Tyrone felt his balls tightening, nearing orgasm, when Sierra's body convulsed under him. She locked her arms and legs around him, holding him close against her, until her orgasm subsided,

She smiled at Tyrone as he shifted position, raising his body and helping her to put her legs up onto his shoulders.

Tyrone thrust himself into her again and again, pounding his pelvis against her. Sierra tightened her muscles, clenching around his dick, increasing the sensations for both of them as he moved faster. She gazed at his face as he fucked her, fascinated by his passion, by the graceful movements of his body even now.

Finally, with a final thrust, he erupted. She felt his cum spurting into her, jet after jet filling her and mixing with her own wetness.

Neither moved for a time, until finally Sierra's legs began to cramp and she moved them. Tyrone leant over and kissed her again as his penis slipped from her.

"Tyrone... what I said before about wanting you? You know it's more than that. I'm in love with you."

"But you love Monty, Sierra. And you belong with him."

"And you love Kristina, if you can get over your hurt. I'm just saying, you're not alone - whatever happens. Now why don't you go upstairs and talk to her?"

Tyrone looked at the beautiful woman, lying naked on the floor with him, but suddenly his thoughts were on Kristina, and how she must be feeling after the things he had said to her.

"You're right. I owe her that much," he said.

He quickly wiped his sticky dick and pulled on his pants before gathering the rest of his clothes.

As he headed up the stairs, Sierra barely heard him say, "and I love you too."